My White Billionaire Bundle (BWWM Billionaire Romance) by Claire Fenton Page B

party. And you’re here for me,” he said, leaning down from behind me to suck on my earlobe.

    I moaned and leaned back against him. “As you wish,” I said.

    “Let’s not keep the party waiting too long,” he said, handing me a white masquerade half-mask.

    —

    The elevator doors opened into the lobby. I don’t know how Denise did it, but it didn’t look like the lobby at all. Red and gold sashes and scarves covered everything. The lobby was full of people. There were men in tuxedos, ladies in designer evening gowns.

    And there were the pets. Dozens of us. Men and women both, looking primped and dapper. One older woman, elegant and stately in her ball gown, had three pets. Two were big black studs in leather harnesses, their cocks hanging low between their legs. The third was a redheaded woman, her fiery hair braided immaculately.

    Mr. Stannis walked out of the elevator, slowly enough for me to comfortably crawl at his heel. I could feel the eyes of the room drift towards us. Two levels of eyes, the owners and the pets. Everyone wired up for this celebratory spectacle, juices flowing and cocks twitching.

    As we came down in the elevator, my nerves felt like they were going to get the best of me. But now, all that melted away. I felt like the belle of the ball, even if I was on all fours. I knew the men around us all wanted to fuck me, and the women all wanted to be wanted in that way. I smiled lustfully, letting my ass sway a little more, my tail swishing left and right.  

    We mingled in the crowd, Mr. Stannis making pleasant small talk with an older man from behind his masquerade mask. No business, all pleasure. Like old friends asking about vacations and hobbies. The older man’s pet looked like a Persian guy. He was thin, but his skin was perfect. A cock ring was cinched tight around his cock and balls. He sat back on his ankles, his cock standing up straight and red. His eyes went over my body, liking what he saw.

    I could hear Mr. Stannis and the other man talking, but it like background noise. I was focused on this other pet and his enthusiastic cock. I watched him put his fingers in his mouth and coat the head of his prick with his spit. He swirled his fingers around his straining head.

    I slowly turned around, giving this olive skinned man a peak at my sex through my tail. His eyes were glued to the prize veiled by my tail, and I swayed back and forth, teasing him. I knew he was going wild, and the attention was very exciting.

    “Bad girl,” Mr. Stannis said sternly. A yank on the leash brought my head around. “You’re not allowed to tease the other pets. You’ve got him all worked up now.”

    I looked over and saw the old man giving his pet a talking to as well. The young Persian guy nuzzled the other man’s hand and rested his head against his crotch. His cock was still at full attention.

    “Don’t do it again, or I will have to punish you,” he said, the huskiness in his voice a mixture of warning and eager promise.

    I sighed and looked around. The regal old lady with the three pets was sitting on a velvet covered bench, her two studs kneeling to either side of her. Her redhead pet was between her legs, underneath that flowing evening gown. I saw two feet sticking out, but aside from the rhythmic motions of her eating the older woman’s pussy, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.

    Mr. Stannis left the man he was speaking to and walked down into a side room, me crawling after him. In the next room there was a bar, and he got himself a drink. More couches and tables filled this room, many guests already enjoying having a good time. The cloying smell of sex and sweat hung in the air.  

    On top of one table was a huge wire dog crate with a nubile Latina inside. She sat on her haunches, glancing around the room with a restless gaze.  

    There was what I took to be a massage table on one side of the room. Lying on top of it was a fair skinned man, totally naked except for the